[ Even if she doesn't tilt her face into his hand, his fingers still twitch against her warming cheek, thumb gently stroking a little even as he fights back the shake the muscles in his arms want to surrender to. He has to be strong, if not for himself, for her. Hoshina has been there where Defence Force members died, out in the field, bloodied and afraid, and he doesn't want to look like that now, doesn't want to put that burden on her.
Still, as she pressed her finger to his bloodstained lips as if to hush him to silence, Hoshina smiled that cunning little smile of his and pursed his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of her finger, humming out a sound of acceptance. Okay, he'll be quiet. Nodding in agreement. You win, Nao. ]
--Hnng?
[ Grunting out a questioning sound as she slides her hand from his lips to around his throat. He wants to pass a cheeky comment, something something choke me, something something dinner first? But thinks better of it as he starts to feel the way his body responds to her touch. Just what was her deal? She had a multitude of neat tricks up her sleeves, didn't she? He'd have to try and remember to ask her about it sometime if they both survive this horrible sickness.
Come to think about it. That's strange... He can almost feel his body rejecting the plants. Didn't feel great mind you, but there was a distinct feeling of wilting and withdrawing deep within his veins where they had tangled and clogged.
Taking a few panicked breaths and writing a little on the bed, the sheets tangling around his middle and legs as he panted then coughed, feeling inside his mouth to pull a rotten flowerhead from the back of his throat. Whatever she was doing, whatever he had said to trigger it, seemed to have disagreed with the plants. ]
N-Nao-chan? ... W-What are you doing? How are you d-doing that?
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Still, as she pressed her finger to his bloodstained lips as if to hush him to silence, Hoshina smiled that cunning little smile of his and pursed his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of her finger, humming out a sound of acceptance. Okay, he'll be quiet. Nodding in agreement. You win, Nao. ]
--Hnng?
[ Grunting out a questioning sound as she slides her hand from his lips to around his throat. He wants to pass a cheeky comment, something something choke me, something something dinner first? But thinks better of it as he starts to feel the way his body responds to her touch. Just what was her deal? She had a multitude of neat tricks up her sleeves, didn't she? He'd have to try and remember to ask her about it sometime if they both survive this horrible sickness.
Come to think about it. That's strange... He can almost feel his body rejecting the plants. Didn't feel great mind you, but there was a distinct feeling of wilting and withdrawing deep within his veins where they had tangled and clogged.
Taking a few panicked breaths and writing a little on the bed, the sheets tangling around his middle and legs as he panted then coughed, feeling inside his mouth to pull a rotten flowerhead from the back of his throat. Whatever she was doing, whatever he had said to trigger it, seemed to have disagreed with the plants. ]
N-Nao-chan? ... W-What are you doing? How are you d-doing that?